I watched the Karate Kid and wanted to do what they were doing. I asked for a bonsai for Christmas, and I think it was my grandmother who bought me one. It was a mallsai "indoor juniper" with glued on rocks, styled like a hockey stick with the edge slammed into the ground and the growing tip was where the edge of the handle would be, running parallel to the ground. It had wire, and I bent the wire every day to make a new style. The instructions were to keep it near a source of sunlight, and to water it by submerging it in water once a week until bubbles stopped coming up. So I did that. And I killed it immediately. And about 3 months later, it began to show signs that I had killed it. So I wanted another one.
To get a replacement outside of mallsai season, I had to find a bonsai nursery, so I went to Murata Bonsai Gardens in Westminster, California, which had everything from dwarf pomegranate seedlings to large, show-worthy shimpaku trees and foemina forests. I was immediately hooked. I started going to club meetings and shows and spent the next 15 years growing shitty trees that sucked. I never found a teacher, didn't interact much at the meetings, and barely improved. Eventually, my growing family and time-consuming business left me with little time to care for and work on my trees, plus my dog liked to eat my trees, apparently because of the blood meal and bone meal I used to fertilize. So sometime around 1998 or 1999, I took my last couple of trees - round, bushy boxwoods - and planted them on my backyard hill as landscape pieces.
For a dozen or more years, I did nothing bonsai-related.
On July 21, 2012, we went to the Orange County Fair, and Kofu Bonsai Kai had an exhibit with a couple dozen trees. My younger daughter was fascinated by them. Her first assumption was that it was impossible for normal people to do this, and you needed to be some sort of artistic genius to make a tree like that. When I told her I used to grow bonsai trees, and I still had the tools and some pots in the garage, she wanted to try to grow her own. The guy watching the exhibit for Kofu Kai - who I remembered from way back when - told her that their club met every third Saturday night, and it just so happened to be meeting night, so she decided that she wanted to go there rather than staying late at the fair. So we went. It became something I did with my kids together. To help teach them, I had to learn the art of bonsai a lot better than I did the first time around, so I found a teacher and now, ten years later, I have hundreds of trees, I've shown my trees quite a few times, I've won a bunch of ribbons at the fair, and I now make my own pots, too.